Haunted House Exorcisms

I’ll never forget the ringing silence that filled my living room the night after the priest left my old Georgetown rowhouse. For months, I’d been living in a state of high alert, dealing with what I now know were spiritual disturbances in an old Georgetown rental that no amount of sage or ‘positive thinking’ could […]

I remember sitting in my Alexandria kitchen, watching a heavy ceramic mug slide six inches across the counter without a hand touching it. My first instinct wasn’t fear—it was denial. I spent weeks telling myself the floor was slanted or the fridge was vibrating. It is a common mistake, and frankly, a dangerous one. I […]

I remember standing in the drafty basement of a historic townhouse near King Street, clutching a rosary and feeling a weight on my chest that no amount of cold Potomac wind could explain. I made a huge mistake that day: I thought I could simply ‘demand’ the atmosphere to change through sheer willpower. I bypassed […]

I remember sitting in my living room on a muggy Norfolk evening, the air feeling inexplicably heavy—like wet wool draped over my shoulders. I had spent weeks lighting blessed candles and reciting every prayer for protection I knew, yet the scratching in the walls and that cold, prickly sensation on the back of my neck […]

The air in that Georgetown rowhouse didn’t just feel cold; it felt like it was actively pushing against me. I’d invited a team of paranormal researchers equipped with every blinking light and digital recorder money could buy, thinking we could just document our way out of the shadows. That was my first big mistake. Instead […]

I remember sitting in my Norfolk living room, watching the curtains sway in the maritime breeze, yet feeling a bone-deep chill that had absolutely nothing to do with the thermostat. My dog, usually a brave soul, refused to cross the threshold into the hallway after dark. I felt like a trespasser in my own house. […]

The floorboards in my 1910 Capitol Hill row house didn’t just creak; they groaned like they were carrying the weight of a century of secrets. I’ll never forget the night I was sitting in my living room, the glow of the streetlamp filtering through the ivy, when the temperature suddenly plummeted. It wasn’t just a […]

I moved into my 1920s Foursquare in Roanoke with big dreams and a bucket of Benjamin Moore paint. I loved the wraparound porch. I loved the original glass doorknobs. But by the third week, I realized I hated being alone in the dining room. It wasn’t just the ‘old house’ sounds. It was a thick, […]